The topic for today is: Bagels.
When you think about it, everything tastes better on a bagel.
Whether it’s a schmear with a nice piece of lox, a pile of corned beef, or even—God forbid (and He does, for some weird reason, but more about that another time)—ham.
Of course, when I was growing up, we had very few varieties of bagels. Basically, if you didn’t like a plain bagel, you were out of luck, boychik.
But nowadays, there is a veritable panoply of these round delights. And though most of you know I am a pretty laid back dude, I will admit that I do not approve of all these bagel bastardizations.
Put it this way:
Blueberry, banana nut, sundried tomato—strictly for the goyim.
Plain, onion, salt, egg—knock yourself out, tataleh.
I will reveal unto you, however, that I have a weakness for toasted chocolate chip bagels with peanut butter.
Hey, I never said I was perfect.